Apparently it has been raining a lot at home, which for me is in Yorkshire.
Fortunately I drove out of the rain and have been in Scotland, specifically St Andrews for the past week at Life Mastery. This is the first time I have revisited the event since my original participation at Mastery University.
It has been a wonderful week with a great crew and a great group of participants. The discussions with the crew have really revitalised my thinking in the area of developmental consciousness and I am looking forward to returning home to have some time to read and learn.
This morning we went for a Breath Walk along the cliff tops as the sun rose out of the sea. Beautiful.
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Synchrodestiny
I have recently signed up for a great tool, Last.fm.
I read about these guys who made megabucks selling their web idea - only it was not just a great idea it is a great resource especially if you like music.
One of the tools is to embed your own personalised radio station in your blog so I went ahead and took advantage of that. I love music and I hope you enjoy my selection.
So the very first time it loads up it plays Gabriel by Lamb - the very reason we called our son Gabriel. It is such a beautiful, haunting and inspiring song. Seek it out and enjoy.
I read about these guys who made megabucks selling their web idea - only it was not just a great idea it is a great resource especially if you like music.
One of the tools is to embed your own personalised radio station in your blog so I went ahead and took advantage of that. I love music and I hope you enjoy my selection.
So the very first time it loads up it plays Gabriel by Lamb - the very reason we called our son Gabriel. It is such a beautiful, haunting and inspiring song. Seek it out and enjoy.
Monday, 4 June 2007
No time for time
The intense focus on producing the large scale bid finally came to an end and we were out of the bunker. Hopefully this was the end of the beginning and we await the clients response. The activity will be reawakened with the client feedback in preparation for our presence at the 'dog and pony' show next week.
Friday was to be a relaxed lunch with a friend and colleague that would have finished a great week off. Well if all things had run to plan. Instead repeated missed calls from Truda told a different story. It was not our son, it was his great grandmother. Hurriedly packed bags and we were in the car for the six hour drive to Devon from York.
We were lucky - the last Friday of half term is probably the easiest Friday of all if you need to do a long journey. The previous Friday would have been the opposite.
Six hours later we were at the hospital and Truda went inside to see her grandmother. Ninety-three years had taken their toll. Multiple complications and a sedentary life for at least two decades finally wears you down. She was sleeping peacefully and rested quietly that night.
Phoenix seemed to sense what was going on and was on his best behaviour - quite a stretch for a boisterous nineteen month old boy. We stayed with family for the night and returned to the hospital the next day. As we arrived to the private side ward great grandmother was somewhere between sleeping, consciousness and that final moment.
Truda was loving and Phoenix was quietly curious to see her sleeping. His energy so respectful. Great grandmother's daughters were there with pragmatic optimism. The afternoon developed as great grandmother regained consciousness and welcomed the visits of all of her direct family. Laughing and singing, memories of times past, time done and used up.
Later that evening when she was finally alone after two days of non-stop attention a very private matriarch chose that private moment to say her final goodbye.
Friday was to be a relaxed lunch with a friend and colleague that would have finished a great week off. Well if all things had run to plan. Instead repeated missed calls from Truda told a different story. It was not our son, it was his great grandmother. Hurriedly packed bags and we were in the car for the six hour drive to Devon from York.
We were lucky - the last Friday of half term is probably the easiest Friday of all if you need to do a long journey. The previous Friday would have been the opposite.
Six hours later we were at the hospital and Truda went inside to see her grandmother. Ninety-three years had taken their toll. Multiple complications and a sedentary life for at least two decades finally wears you down. She was sleeping peacefully and rested quietly that night.
Phoenix seemed to sense what was going on and was on his best behaviour - quite a stretch for a boisterous nineteen month old boy. We stayed with family for the night and returned to the hospital the next day. As we arrived to the private side ward great grandmother was somewhere between sleeping, consciousness and that final moment.
Truda was loving and Phoenix was quietly curious to see her sleeping. His energy so respectful. Great grandmother's daughters were there with pragmatic optimism. The afternoon developed as great grandmother regained consciousness and welcomed the visits of all of her direct family. Laughing and singing, memories of times past, time done and used up.
Later that evening when she was finally alone after two days of non-stop attention a very private matriarch chose that private moment to say her final goodbye.
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